There are no willows here
in this long past leafy grove
but ancient oaks once sacrificed
for ships. And beech still litters
in thick muffled tones
decades of woodland chatter.
Time is etched large in branch and torso
discarded like antlers, scored by deer.
Lichen chimes the years and moss
a sotto voce melody
filling this forest room with green.
And I a listener, feel sane again.
Joining MLMM Monday Wordle with a poem of all these given words: Ambience, chatter, chime, decades, leafy, long, melody, past, room, sane, time, willow. It was coincidentally inspired by my Monochrome Monday photo post of Ancient woodland “The Trees have it”
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